He was eyeing her from afar. She was the apple of his eye. He shook his head.
Why didn't the girl like him?
"Angelo, are you even listening?" He turned to the woman who had been talking non-stop.
"Who is she?" he asked the woman, pointing to the girl he had been staring at. The girl had the most attractive smile—what you'd call an "eye smile."
"My cousin. Her name is Shieneva Monasterio," she replied.
"Far, I want to meet her," he said grimly as he popped a lollipop into his mouth.
He would do anything to get close to her.
He was undoubtedly craving her attention.
"You're going to make me the bridge," Farley Velasquez said, shaking her head.
"You won't be a bridge, Far. Just introduce me to Shieneva, and I'll take it from there."
He thought of An idea, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Fine. But if you hurt her, be ready for her gun—she'll shoot you in the head."
"Don't worry, Far. Shieneva Monasterio will surely be mine."